As a drama director I confess I can fixate on clothes. I love to spend months combing fabric stores, thrift boutiques, and prop closets to assemble costumes that immediately communicate the role I’ve cast each actor to play.

Recently, my grown son reminded me that I had a tendency to take my costuming passion a bit too far, applying that same obsession to his Easter duds. He submitted this photo as proof along with this recent quote from Gordon Keith:

“When I was 6, my mother decided to hand-make my Easter outfit. The idea was that she would parade her brown-eyed boy into church on Easter Sunday draped in the irreplaceable finery of maternal love. I would look shiny, new and cherished. But reality answered, and I crossed the threshold of my Sunday school room dressed as an itchy Dust Bowl survivor who enjoyed pastels.”

Please tell me that I’m not the only one who allowed good intentions to permanently scar their children.

Love this!! My girls look back at their Easter pictures and say, “Mom. Seriously. What were you thinking?” If only you could have made them hold hands for the picture. This is precious! Oh, their eyes–just gorgeous, Lynne.

Sheesh, could they look any more like their parents??
But to answer your concern, I think the outfits are great… My own boys would wish they had looked so cool on Easter, when they were around that age.

You don’t want to see what I was dressed in. Dad gave me his Bible for the picture. I looked like little Lord Faulteroy. I thought that picture got lost. We were looking through some old pictures and my wife said “Who is this?” Ohh! Noooooo!!